At least it was shingles, and not...

911 caller:"There's a deer in my closet!"

At Least We Weren't On Fire News - the motor for the jetway was smoking so my dad and I just deplaned off the back of a plane at Atlanta. Down stairs. Dad has some pretty serious mobility issues and stairs are the hardest, slowest and most pianful. We got down okay but there were some iffy ones back up to the terminal so we waited for a chair. Basically this entitles you to slowly walk past several big planes to get the elevators and nice gentleman with the rolly red chair. I did not expect to see this view of the ginormous airport.

Now I heard people grumbling about having to get off of the back of the plane and walk. But we were waiting for everyone else cause, well, slow, and the pilot was explaining that if that motor caught fire, it was BAD. Thirty seconds to save your life bad.

So it took us longer and I smell a little like jet fuel (it smells enough like racing fuel, so it's cool with me) but we got to see a different side of ATL and we weren't on fire. Win.

Laura, I owe you e. Will do that today. Swears.

glad you are ok Cass

wow, glad for no fire!

DJ, I'm very sorry for your loss. But on the other hand, I really love your family. What a wonderful way to remember him.

sj, I'm so sorry for your friends. That's a terribly tragic experience, and I wish them all the peace and comfort in the world.

Zen, hunky firefighters are never a bad thing, mere shingles are a happy reason to have hunky firefighters in your house. I'm glad it wasn't a rabid possum--which can too climb, BTW.

Laura, I'm glad you're all through with the testing of doom, and it's wonderful to see your font here. You're missed when you're absent.

bonny, my goodness. You were so much less confrontational than I would have been--and I *hate* confontation. At the least I'd have swept up my critter and flounced out the door, probably laying down a paint-stripping screed as I went. Animals and kids, man. Don't frak with them in my presence. I'm glad the owner responded positively to your complaints, and it's wonderful that the other employees have added their support, as well.

The rest of you? Smooches. I can't remember everything I'd intended to respond to. Aims? I hope you're feeling better. Take excellent care of yourself and get over this mess. You other sickies? Likewise (pushes tea and chicken soup through the interpipe).

Cass, you should become a fan of Not Being on Fire on Facebook.

Jebus Cass, I know you're a firebug, but there are limits, and I think you just hit one! Reminder: when one smells like jet (or racing) fuel is *not* the time to set water on fire!

Also, I'm extremely glad Cass and dad o' Cass are safely deplaned and away from possible 'splosions. Boom bad.

I thought you liked fire, Cass.

I notice she doesn't say HOW it caught fire -- just that it did.